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The Dragon's keepsake

Sometimes, God has chosen the right path for you, but you go against it... ~~ Isabel was a commoner living in the village of the kingdom of Valaraeth, a place where dragons roamed the skies, high and mighty. These untouchable heavenly beings could only be ridden by the royal family and nobles. "Is it not unfair?" she would muse, her pretty eyes shining with awe and enthusiasm whenever she saw a dragon flying over her village. She yearned to be with them, to touch them, and to ride across the beautiful world on their backs. Her dream came true when she discovered she was a royal—the youngest daughter of the King of Valaraeth. But every pretty dream came with a price, one she neglected to consider in her hopeful reverie. Taken to the palace, Isabel's life seemed perfect: beautiful dresses, elder royal siblings, and a loving queen mother. But the facade shattered when she learned the truth—their cruel and twisted personalities lay hidden beneath their beautiful masks. Every member of the royal family had a dragon bonded to them by blood in childhood. Her dragon was the youngest of the Emberstorm clan, an ancient lineage of fire dragons. Isabel was the first in a hundred centuries to be chosen by a fire dragon, sparking jealousy and hatred from everyone. ~~~ Excerpt: "I, Scorvius Drá Ashéncrest XII, Sovereign of Valaraeth, hereby sever all ties between the 6th Princess Isabel Drá Ashéncrest of Valaraeth and the esteemed lineage of Ashéncrest. Let it be known across our realm that she stands alone, stripped of her birthright, for she has committed an unforgivable sin—the slaying of her own dragon, the last dragon of the proud Emberstorm lineage." With solemn resolve, the king decreed her fate, yet Isabel remained unmoved. Her thoughts were consumed by the haunting memory of her dragon's final breath. She found herself thrust upon the platform of condemnation, judged in the unforgiving gaze of the assembled court, denied the chance to plead her case or offer explanation.
Violet_Melody99 · 69.9k Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
FaeyVor5651 · 4k Views

Rise of the Phoenix Princess

She was just a teenage girl—until the Divine Phoenix Flame awakened. Lyra lived an ordinary human life, unaware that she was the long-lost Phoenix Princess of Ignis— bearer of the Divine Phoenix Flame, the strongest power ever recorded in the Aetherion Galaxy. When the ancient world of Ignis fell to darkness, a newborn princess was torn from her burning home and cast into a fragile, unfamiliar planet to survive. Now, as Lyra’s dormant power awakens, so does a prophecy capable of reshaping existence itself. Uncontrollable flames. Ruthless enemies. A fate written before her birth. Hunted by ancient forces, feared across galaxies, and bound to a destiny older than the stars, Lyra is forced onto the brutal path of cultivation—where every breakthrough is earned through blood, loss, and fire. From deadly trials and forgotten ruins to galaxy-shaking wars, she must learn to command a flame capable of both creation and annihilation. But power always demands a price. As darkness spreads across the Aetherion Galaxy and even the heavens begin to move, Lyra must choose: Be consumed by her own fire… Or rise beyond all limits and become the legend the galaxy fears. For when a phoenix rises— even the heavens will burn. Read Ahead & Support the Story: Want more chapters and faster releases? Supporters on Patreon get early access to 2 chapters per day—and help bring Rise of the Phoenix Princess to life. Join now to read ahead and witness Lyra’s rise before anyone else! https://patreon.com/Kalimex?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
Kalimex · 3.3k Views

Shadows of the Glass Slipper

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.
youneedsomemilk · 3.8k Views

This Princess is an Extra

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? Come and find out in this slow-burn romance. EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.
MoonLight_97 · 139.3k Views

My Alpha Husband is a Beast

What happens when the world's deadliest werewolf hunter falls for her most dangerous target? Scarlett Hunter has one rule: never let them live. For nine years, she's been the supernatural world's most feared assassin, hunting down rogue werewolves with ruthless precision. So when she receives a million-dollar contract to capture Alexander Kane—the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast—it should be just another job. But Alexander Kane has a secret that changes everything. Instead of running, he begs her to help him. Cursed to lose his humanity three nights every month, he's desperate enough to trust his life to his would-be killer. The solution lies in Scarlett's blood—literally. Her touch can tame the beast inside him, but the intimacy required creates a dangerous addiction neither of them saw coming. As their blood bond deepens into something far more dangerous than desire, Scarlett discovers the truth about her own mysterious past. She's not just any hunter—she's the last survivor of an extinct werewolf bloodline, and her former mentor has been orchestrating her entire life to harvest her unique genetic gifts. Now caught between the man she's falling for and the mentor who made her everything she is, Scarlett must decide: complete her mission and claim her revenge, or protect the Alpha who's awakened something wild and untamed in her heart. But in a world where love bites back, some contracts are written in blood—and some debts can only be paid with your soul. A steamy paranormal romance featuring a badass female assassin, a cursed billionaire Alpha, and enough sexual tension to set your Kindle on fire. Perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs and Jennifer L. Armentrout.
Mingquan_Ma · 116.5k Views